Speaking of my teen years...
My family owns a book that details some of our family history on my mom's side. For whatever reason, there was a week or so in high school I took it to school with me. One of my guy friends was looking through it and discovered someone in my ancestry had married someone with his last name. Musing ensued. From then on, we called each other "cousin."
Fast forward to last night. I have family visiting from out of town. We went out to dinner. My "cousin" was there eating with his girlfriend. I hadn't seen him in a few years.
As he was leaving, he stopped by the table and said, "If they think it's your birthday, I'm sorry."
Guess what happened. Yeah. Thanks cousin.
Before we left I asked one of the waitresses, "Does Bryce work here?"